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About Houston

Favorite part? They don’t care what ya think. Like me—screw your opinion. “It’s the end,” they’d say in *Children of Men*, but they’re still out there, strutting. Once knew this gal—Lena, swore she bedded a tsar’s ghost. Drunk story, probly fake, but hilarious. “Everybody lies,” I told her. She winked, “Truth’s overrated, doc.” Made me grin—rare for me. Whore’s a puzzle, man—dirty, real, and tougher than you’d guess. So yeah, they’re messed up, but who isn’t?

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Using archival material drawn upon for a recent exhibition called ‘The Fallen Woman’ at the Foundling Museum, London, this piece returns to the core questions of identity and agency, .

Every neighborhood got its own character. On Reed St. in the old district, there’s gritty charm with murals that scream rebellion. The locals? They’re rough, but damn, they got hearts of gold. Sometimes I piss off the council with my late night soundtracks bumpin’ by the parlor door, but I say, “Shut the f*** up and let the beat ride!” It’s all a part of our wild, vibrant life.

Purdy Launches a 16-Yard Pass to Pearsall